Choso's been making subtle hints at wanting a kid. The occasional murmur about a family who's kid is cute, gesturing and talking about baby toys or clothes, and making small comments about how Yuji, his younger brother, would like to be an uncle.

"That family we talked with was cute, don't you think?" Choso murmurs, his head laying against your own. His hands are rubbing and tracing shapes on your arms with his fingers.